After a week's break at home, Number One Son is back to college today and I am actually going to miss having him around. Disrupting though it may be to my schedule (such as it is) it's been fun to drive him to see his friends and have him around for breakfast. He even spent an evening at his grandparents' house making endless circles with his grandmother's wheelchair since she must be in constant motion or she gets up and "wanders". I heard him telling her about his political philosophy courses, a gentle drone so she could hear the sound of his voice, which seemed to quiet her ever-present anxiety. Himself and I had a dinner to attend and couldn't do our usual preparation of meal and helping Papa get her dressed and ready for bed, and in steps our big-hearted 19 year old son to save the day.
I am finding it very interesting getting used to dealing with my sons as adults. One of the best parts is I can go back to swearing while I'm driving (I know, I know, but as Mark Twain said, "There is a relief in profanity that is denied even to prayer!"), and we get the same jokes. OK. Sometimes he has to explain them to me, but you know what I mean. Nothing gives me a greater understanding of the passage of time or the natural flow of life than watching my sons turn into the kind of people the planet needs. I have decided that caring hearts are more important than large bankrolls. There is so little that we actually need, especially in this country. But to teach compassion to the next generation is critical to the survival of all the good things we cherish. All the fancy gadgets in the universe don't give joy. That only comes from feeling that we really matter to someone else.
I can't wait until Thanksgiving when both boys are home. My heart is full at the thought of it.
I am finding it very interesting getting used to dealing with my sons as adults. One of the best parts is I can go back to swearing while I'm driving (I know, I know, but as Mark Twain said, "There is a relief in profanity that is denied even to prayer!"), and we get the same jokes. OK. Sometimes he has to explain them to me, but you know what I mean. Nothing gives me a greater understanding of the passage of time or the natural flow of life than watching my sons turn into the kind of people the planet needs. I have decided that caring hearts are more important than large bankrolls. There is so little that we actually need, especially in this country. But to teach compassion to the next generation is critical to the survival of all the good things we cherish. All the fancy gadgets in the universe don't give joy. That only comes from feeling that we really matter to someone else.
I can't wait until Thanksgiving when both boys are home. My heart is full at the thought of it.
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